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Warm me up, Captain - Chris Redfield (smut)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please + slight spoilers (RE village) I guess?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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"I'm so sick of this shit..." you sighed. You knew you couldn't give up on your efforts so easily, let alone so close to the goal. You had to find Ethan first to stop him from doing anything and no matter how many times you begged Chris to tell him the truth because Winters was known for never giving up, he refused to listen to you. What a stubborn man!

You chattered your teeth, it was so cold, much colder than you imagined in the Carpathians, in Romania. Although you were wrapped up in relatively warm winter clothes, it didn't change the fact that the snow and the freezing wind in the middle of the night made it difficult for you to move forward. Shivers kept running through your body. The only thing that kept you from being totally frozen was the activity, the running, the eliminating of enemies; it warmed you up.

"You look freezing... Are you going to be okay? "

"Yes, Captain. "

You had joined his team for good reason and you had fought to be one of the best, you didn't intend to let your fragility faced with temperatures get the better of you. When you entered Heisenberg's factory, that crazy German or Austrian guy, you quickly encountered enemies to take down and soon you found yourself running through this creepy place from the first to the last level... During the operation, the team members scattered, looking for the master of the place and possibly Miranda. Arriving at the fifth level, Chris and you decided to take a break and examine the tank at your disposal... Taking advantage of the calm and the refuge that the place offered for the moment, immersed in the darkness, you rubbed your arms in reaction to the shivers that ran down your spine.

"I'm going to look around, to see if there's anything interesting. " you indicated, in a solemn voice, in order to scan the place with your eyes. Then you started to look around, in case you find a weapon, ammunition, a grenade or something else. Why not find a new lead, which would allow you to meet your objectives much faster.

"A cartridge! "you exclaimed with a thin smile. You bent down to pick up the bullets and put them away, aware that you would need them. It wasn't out of the question that you might run out at some point.

Chris studying the tank, ready to call your name, turned and froze when his gaze lingered on your ass. Suddenly he felt hot and couldn't rest his gaze on that part of your body. You hadn't known each other for months, the situation was horrible and complicated, but he was an older man with good taste in women. He had always thought you were beautiful and you were in front of him, in an exciting position. He wished he could stroke your curves, fuck you here and hear your moans, even though it wasn't safe to do it here... Why was he imagining all this? Now? He wasn't a twenty year old with raging hormones anymore! While fantasizing about you for less than a minute, he felt his cock harden in his black pants.

"Shit..." he swore into his beard as he looked down at his nearly invisible boner before feeling himself. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to scroll through the most sickening images before his eyes that his brain could produce. His erection didn’t subside. When he opened his eyes, he swiveled slightly to the side, you had stood up and turned your beautiful and cute face towards him.

Without noticing his crotch problem thanks to the dim light and his dark pants, you moved closer to him, still rubbing your arms. It didn't escape his gaze and instinctively, he helped you to warm up with these frictions, much more efficient than you with his thick and chalky hands.

"T-Thank you, Captain..." you stammered, as your cheeks flushed with the closeness. You had always been attracted to Redfield, from the first time you saw him and talked to him. You liked everything about him: his kindness, his open-mindedness, his grumpy and stubborn side, his authority... Your face so close to his muscular chest, his hands on your arms, you dreamed of a simple hug, but you couldn't afford it... He was your superior! Suddenly, a bang and a shake from below pulled you out of your little bubble moment. You clung to his biceps, bumped into his chest and your lower abdomen pressed against his erection.

Your cheekbones flushed even more, if that's possible. You weren't that naive, you knew you were the reason for his erection. Your heart missed a beat. Your whole body was on fire. You had wanted Chris... for a long time. Some nights you dreamed of him, of him fucking you so hard. He was completely your type, even though you were in the middle of a major operation, you needed to kiss him, to enjoy the moment. Your breath quickened and you both stood up, bewildered

"I'm sorry, Y/N...” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

Too late to apologize, you wanted him to do everything you'd been dreaming of for months... Fuck you to the point you forget your own name.

"Kiss me." You cut him off, nervously. Was it right? No one could judge you at the time, but morally... You were a little confused. After all, he was your captain, your leader!

Without hesitation, Chris framed your face between his two thick, stubby hands. He pressed his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. One of his hands slid to your waist as your tongues danced wildly. It didn't feel wrong. You were ecstatic. It was as if you had known him for years and trusted him with your heart. Desire... Something that was hard to avoid. Hands everywhere, seeking body heat, discovering a new body. You admired his toned chest, tracing his abs and smooth skin with your fingertips, sensually.

It was a dangerous game to embark on a quick fuck, in such a place, that day, but you needed this. You couldn't imagine what was going to happen in the next few hours and you reminded yourself that life was short, especially these days... As much as possible, you needed to enjoy this sweet, sexual moment.

In a few moments, he ran his fingers over your body, pulled up your sweater, pulled down your bra to reveal your breasts, which he enjoyed titillating and kissing with fervor. Shivers ran through your whole body. Your pussy was getting wet and your wetness was sticking to the fabric of your panties. He got rid of your pants, while you opened his, lowered them, along with his boxers. With joy, you discovered a large and long veiny penis, reddish, twitching with desire. His kisses and embraces warmed your skin, feeling his lips brush against your chest, a teasing look on his face, to excite you like you'd never been before.

"Captain... Warm me up... I'm freezing..." you whispered in the hollow of his ear, mischievously.

His thumb traveled to your warm, wet center, between your thighs, before he gets ride of your panties. As he tickled your most sensitive part, you closed your eyes and a soft moan escaped your lips. He was experienced, that was obvious. He varied the pressure and movements on your clit to bring you up to cloud nine. His expert fingers plunged into your warmth, coming to tickle your oh-so-sensitive vaginal walls, while you craved his huge cock. You were trembling and exuding desire. You bit your lower lip to avoid being loud, at the same time you felt your first orgasm rising and before you could reach it, he stopped his movements. You opened your eyelids and came to caress his erect, hard member, its red head, covered with precum... You salivated with impatience. You made some movements of back and forth with your hand and if you dreamed to suck him, to make him beg you to make him cum, you knew that you didn't have much time, but you kissed the tip. Sighs of pleasure, almost inaudible, passed the barrier of his lips, as he threw his head back.

"Let me warm you up, Y/N..."

Finally, he stopped you in your tracks and with a simple gesture, you jumped. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis as he supported you by your buttocks. With your back pressed against the wall behind you, you couldn't move as he was about to lead the way. The head of his pinkish cock titillated your wet, hot entrance, which begged him to take you. He knew how to drive you crazy, to the point where you dreamed of forcing him to impale you. Seeming to guess in your thoughts, to read in your eyes veiled with desire, he was in you with a single thrust.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. You whined slightly together at the sensation. He let you adjust to his size before he began to move back and forth. The faster and more intense his thrusts were, the more you struggled to stay quiet. With one hand, he pressed his hand against your mouth as you tightened your legs around his hips, one hand on his buttocks to push his member further into you while the other played with his hair. You were drunk with love, with sex.

“Faster… Harder…” you wanted to say.

He quickened the pace, so much so that the pleasure became intense. Raucous moans escaped from his lips as you sobbed against his hand. You were gradually approaching orgasm, both at the same pace... At that moment, we could just hear your skins snapping, your faint moans, and the sound of your juices.

"You feel so good... So tight…" he whispered.

As your vagina tightened around his member during your orgasm, he lost control of his rhythm, he pounded into you brutally and it didn't take him long to ride his own orgasm. The feeling of intense well-being and euphoria took hold of him, letting his hot cum pour into your clenching pussy, filling you completely. Gradually, his movements stopped, although he was still supporting you... He finally withdrew, as droplets of his semen flowed from your orifice, reddened, until then martyred by his cock. A smile of satisfaction and euphoria stretched his lips.

"We should do this again when we leave this fucking village. " he annouced while sending you a wink.

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Like Adam & Eve (Chris Redfield x Sherry Birkin)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Sherry Birkin

Warnings: age gap + smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Request:

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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He was beautiful. So handsome. Tall. Muscular. In his early 40s. Intelligent. Open-minded. Honest. Brave. Selfless. All this despite his impulsiveness.

She had known him for years. Since 1998, after the events of Raccoon City and Rockfort Island, when she was under government protection. On several occasions, Leon and Claire had come to visit her; him with them. She was only 12 years old at the time. He was already 25. He saw her as a scared little girl. A child to defend from this cruel world, from her past with her parents... In 1998, the attraction she had developed towards him was only innocent, of course. With no ulterior motives.

The years passed and the number of meetings multiplied. The more she became a woman, the more she wanted to attract his attention, joking with him, telling him about her boyfriends to spark off some kind of jealousy deep in him. She voluntarily wore clothes that emphasized her feminine attributes, although she didn’t have JLO's curves...

For four years, their paths didn’t cross again, until June 2013. President Benford's death, Simmons' betrayal... But there he was. They hadn't been teammates because they didn't share the same mission, but the same conflict had brought them together. Once again, she had not been able to enjoy his presence, to savor it, except on the plane back to the United States.

Sitting between him and Jake, she chatted with Chris Redfield, Wesker's archenemy, her former godfather and her late father's best friend. She was talking to him, her eyes sparkly, her lagoon-colored doe eyes riveted on him, while a smile stretched her rosy lips. Her features, still somewhat juvenile, despite her 27 years, gave her a baby face. She was beautiful. Radiant. In spite of all that she had lived; horrors. He also had his fill of BOWs. Together, they were making up for the time and she even caught herself, almost innocently, sliding her hand over his bicep as she reassured him. Redfield was still not out of his mental breakdown. It had been going on for months and getting back on track was proving difficult.

"Would you like to drink a beer, one day?" she asked in a honeyed voice.

"Oh... I don't know, I'm exhausted..."

Yet his answer didn't make her face fade. The young blonde needed more.

"Oh, come on, Chris! Please, it's been ages since we've spoken... When's the next time? When there will be another bioterrorist attack?"she sighed with a pout.

"Well... Okay, but only once. I have a lot of work to do, you know."

A smile triumphed on Sherry's face as she simply nodded and thanked him. The brown hair man took advantage of it to go towards the toilets of the private jet and at the moment he disappeared in this cabin, Jake patted the shoulder of the blonde. A malicious smile stretched the fine lips of the redhead, clearly amused by the situation. He wasn’t blind.

"You devour him with your eyes, Birkin... What are you waitin’ for to ‘sweet-talk’?"

"I... He's not interested..." she stammered, embarrassed. These simple words reminded her of the day when Redfield had pushed her away, indirectly, without her knowledge. Jill and him were talking, in Claire’s garden, because she had organized a party where all her friends, fighting the bioterrorism, had been invited. It was a mistake. She just wanted to get some fresh air... A bad mistake.

It was hot. Way too hot inside. Sweat was clinging to her skin and even her glass of iced water, after the two glasses of alcohol she'd ingested, wasn't helping to bring her body temperature down. The summer of 2009 was proving to be more overwhelming than she had anticipated. The hubbub in the room was giving her a headache. Leon already seemed to be completely drunk and Claire was chaperoning him. Meanwhile, Sheva and Barry were talking to each other. There were also other agents she only barely knew. Discreetly, she fled the house and, immediately, her body tingled with the coolness of the night. It was pleasant.

Once again, she brought her glass to her lips and the cold liquid flowed down her throat. As she listened to the song of the crickets, whispers made their way to her ear canals. Curiosity overcame her and she moved towards the two voices; a woman and a man. She pressed herself against one of the walls, silent, and recognized who the voices belonged to: Jill and Chris.

"Don't you see how she's looking at you? Chris! You're blind!"

"Jill... Seriously, I think you're fretting over nothing. Sherry sees me as a big brother and I see her as a little sister or a cousin."

A sigh escaped the brunette's lips.

"I'm not fretting. There are looks that don't deceive... Look, I'm not jealous, but I'm telling you what I see. Put up barriers before she takes it as... An invitation."

"All right, if it makes you happy."

Heartbroken, hands shaking, stomach clenched, throat knotted, the little blonde went back inside and no one seemed to have noticed her short absence. She sat down on the sofa, next to Claire, putting back on her mask... The mask of a happy person. The man she had been interested in for eleven year saw her as a little girl, a sister.

What were you thinking, Sherry? He's been with Jill for ages, she's gorgeous, she has the look of a real woman... She's full of qualities. She's not a Birkin! her conscience shouted.

The barriers he put in place? He hadn't seen her in years. Four years, to be exact. It was extreme, and even though Jill had told him it was too much, he'd felt it was the right thing to do, if his girlfriend's assumptions turned out to be true. And while Chris had tried to reassure Jill, when they were still together, he was reassuring himself at first. He had observed her chest and her bottom, on several occasions, during a few seconds. He had almost drowned in her cerulean eyes too. It had become so difficult not to look at her.

Now, Chris, needed to be alone. Only two minutes and the bathroom would prove to be the perfect excuse. Now, in front of the stall mirror, he watched his reflection. Droplets of blood adorned a part of his right cheek. His blue eyes looked tired, lost.

You accept once and you make her understand that there will never be anything between you... Right?

There had to be. He couldn’t allow himself to build a relationship with a woman he had known as a child, it would be indecent and would call into question his image, his values. He was afraid of looking like an old pig, of proving Valentine right, even though they had broken up in November 2012. All these thoughts provoked profusions of sweat, that he tried to mop up with his back hand. When he closed his eyes, for a moment, the features of the beautiful Birkin came back to his face like a slap. Her angelic eyes, her superb smile, her cleavage, her butt... A bump formed inside his boxer, and his eyes widened.

It is tiredness, nothing else... he reassured himself.

And, in a vain hope, he imagined his grandmother in atrocious underwear, until his erection disappeared. Once sure of himself, he left the toilets, went towards Sherry and whispered: "we’ll agree on the place and the hour for the beerby message, tomorrow" and he moved away to find Leon, in full discussion with Helena.

Move away... Move away... Move away...

*

Sherry had done everything to make him come to her house, to drink the beer. She had tried to put on clothes that would highlight her, a simple skirt that didn’t reveal too much and a simple crop top with straps. He had arrived with five minutes of advance and quickly, the beer had been consumed. She hadn’t left him time to speak, to express his desire to break off all ties, to explain her there would never be anything between them, that she started up a movie. A comedy focused on sex, a strategic way to relax the atmosphere that was getting heavier. Indeed, the more she stayed by his side, the more she dreamed of letting her graceful fingers run over the protruding muscles of the man, from his arms, to his torso, passing over his thighs that she dreamed of straddling until the orgasm. She often dreamed of him, of what he made her, his dick inside her. From minute to minute, discrete, she approached him, by light movements, in natural although calculated appearance... Her ass was close to him, to the crotch of the B.S.A.A’s Captain.

He, Chris, had understood the stratagem. However, impossible to emit the least remark. Every time he opened his lips, he was unable to... hurt her. He knew if he said what was in his mind, he would hurt the young woman. Not to help, his cock was so close to Birkin's tender buttocks and her jasmine scent intoxicated him. She nibbled on her lower, wet, luscious, lower lip; a call to kiss. A new erection showed up and he was quite happy that the covers above them prevented the blonde from noticing it.

He tried his best to be focused on the movie, until a sex scene appeared on the screen. Embarrassed by this scene combined with his proximity to the blonde, he cleared his throat and looked away at Sherry's coffee table. Her crystalline laughter attracted his attention and he gazed at her. His cock continued to tense; it was becoming disturbing. The desire was growing and he was struggling. An internal struggle he wasn’t winning.

"Chris! Don't be embarrassed, it's only a movie and then... Well... I think it's funny how they make some positions look simple!" she said while batting her eyelashes. If she didn’t know yet the power that she possessed, it didn’t change the fact he wanted to devour her. To jump on her. Kiss her.

"That's because you haven't found the right partner..." he whispered.

He couldn't help it. It was the truth and... And what? His brain wasn’t running smoothly anymore. If only someone could shake him, slap him, to bring him back to his goals.

"Oh yeah? Explain to me..."

The blonde turned around and in her swiveling, her buttocks rubbed against his hard cock. The way she had rubbed herself wasn’t accidental, far from it, it was guessable. And he guessed she had felt his erection. A smile stretched Sherry’s lips who slid a hand on the thigh of the soldier, so close to his erect member. The blonde's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned over him. Chris gulped with difficulty. He dreamed to stroke her breast, to sink into her, to show her he was right.

"Show me, then." she added, of a suave voice.

She was the one who initiated the kiss by pressing her lips against his. With this last lost control, he let his hands wander on her beautiful body. His thick and calloused hands sought her chest, under her crop-top, whereas she wasn’t wearing a bra. He quickly removed the garment and tossed it somewhere in the living room. As he kissed Sherry, he titillated her breasts, her erected nipples. Soon, their lips pulled apart and he licked her nipples, drawing sighs of pleasure from his partner.

He no longer cared about what was right or wrong. If she was too young or not. If he had known her as a kid or not. It didn't matter.

Meanwhile, Sherry took off Redfield's shirt, slid her phalanges between each line of his abs, before attacking his belt. Once rid of this one, she opened the button of his jeans, then took his zipper down. She didn’t seek to get rid immediately of his pants. Instead, she stroked his hard cock through his boxers for a few moments, which made Chris sigh. Finally, she freed his cock from this confined place to admire it, her mouth watering. It was very thick, probably 7,4inches (19 centimeters) long, completely hard, veiny, with a pink head. Some pre-cum covered the tip. With a false look of innocence, she ran her fingers over his balls, on his cock, to the head, then placed kisses on it.

"Sherry..." breathed Chris, his eyes half-closed, watching her. She looked up at him and licked his cock. Again and again. After titillating him, she took him her mouth, her perfect lips wrapped around his member, moving back and forth with wet noises. She insisted on the most sensitive places, in particular on the tip, while she massaged his balls. Her heart beat was off the charts, following the example of that of his sexual partner.

She did everything to please him, to receive his compliments and when the first ones came, such as "nice girl", "oooh... perfect...", her heart swelled with joy. When he asked her to stop, she complied, moved her thong to the side and came to rub her wet intimacy against Redfield's penis as he grunted with excitement... With anticipation... She was having fun rubbing his head at her vagina entrance. She was torturing him.

"Chris... Tell me you want me..."

"Sherry..."

"Please. Say it. I want you so much... If I could make you my God, I would..." she squeaked without stopping her movements.

"Goodness, yes! I want you Sherry! I want you like I haven't wanted a woman like that in so long!"

That's all it took for the blonde to impale herself on Redfield's cock, not waiting for him to finger her. It was a waste of time in an unexpected situation she never thought she'd ever succeed to provoke. There she was, straddling his cock, with delicious moans. Sometimes, she threw back her head, sometimes she lowered her eyes on their sexes, watching this huge cock moving inside her, stretching her in the most pleasant way.

Chris couldn't believe it. It was as if he was a spectator... As if he was possessed... Yet he was heaving a great time and his thrusts joined Sherry's movements to help her. His hands had found their way on Birkin’s milky hips. Then, he made her roll and lie down on the sofa. He got rid of his pants and his boxer, just like her thong and the skirt. He penetrated her again in a grunt, folded the thighs of the blonde against herself and pounded in her of brutal pushes. Fast. A pleasant revenge for having provoked him... To have made him leave the right way.

She was Eve. He was Adam. The forbidden fruit? Her pink pussy, martyred by his cock.

The blonde moaned and she didn't need to play with her clit to get off. Chris was naturally gifted, as she had imagined in all her dreams since she was a teenager. He was hitting the right angle, the G-spot. It felt so good that she couldn't say anything except let her vocal cords do the talking... Just her luck that her downstairs neighbor had gone on vacation!

"God... Chris... Keep going... Like this...!"

He didn't stop, he let the pleasure continue to climb, until they were close to orgasm. He closed his eyes as her vaginal walls pulsed around him, like a soft vise around his cock, a sign that her orgasm was hitting her hard. She was cheering him. Struck by his own orgasm, Chris grunted and let his seed paint the blonde's walls. His cock throbbed after the four hot spurts of cum. With a sigh, he pulled out and opened his eyes again. His cum was flowing out of her still convulsing pussy in the most erotic way possible. Gradually he caught his breath and let Birkin's legs fall back. The latter was smiling, her face and chest pink.

My God, what have I done...?he thought.

Yet he didn’t escape like a thief.

*

No, instead, they often slept together. If he tried not to have any attachment, he couldn’t help but stay always longer than he should, whether it was in Sherry's bed, in her shower, or inside her. The more time he spent, the more addicted he became to her, like a drug. It was worse than meth. He couldn't get off it. Little by little, he was falling. No, in fact, he was falling in love with the one he had always denied himself.

Asleep, Sherry was sleeping naked, stuck against him, their legs intertwined, under the moonlight that filtered into the room. She hadn’t closed the shutters. One of her hands were flattened against one of his biceps. He contemplated her curves and her angel face. Tenderly, his fingers slid along the spine of his partner. He didn’t manage to sleep, torn between his duty and his desires.

He had obviously spoken about it to Claire who... Didn't see any harm in it. In fact, really open-minded, his young sister had advised him to start a relationship with Sherry, if he liked the blonde.

"You deserve that! Nobody can judge you when you bleed to save the world every day!" she had whispered while hugging him.

Did he love Sherry? Yes, he recognized the same signs as he had for Jill a decade earlier when he realized he was madly in love. Today, his heart claimed Sherry. Deep down, he knew she was waiting for this, she would accept to start a relationship with him, she was dying for it and if it frightened him a few weeks earlier, now the idea warmed his heart. In a tender gesture, he placed a kiss on Sherry's forehead, whose eyes fluttered as she awoke from her sleep. Slowly, her eyes opened and locked with Redfield's.

"What is it Chris...?"

"I'm sorry I hurt you so much..." he whispered in a husky voice.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, and she straightened in the middle of the bed, inviting him to continue.

"All these years I knew you wanted me and I acted like I didn't know anything about it, pushed you away as much as possible and... Even though my heart was taken, I regret it. Sherry... I..."

He straightened up in turn and his thick hands framed Sherry's face.

"What I mean is... I love you. I'm a loser when it comes to love confessions, but it's been said."

The blonde burst out laughing then stole a soft kiss from him.

"All that matters now is that we're together. Okay?"

In the end, yes, that was all he cared about. Chris knew he had to think of himself and that meant loving Sherry without any remorse.

***

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Surprise me, Redfield (Chris Redfield x Moira Burton)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Moira Burton

Warnings: age gap?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

She was Barry's oldest daughter. The little Moira he saw at every barbecue of his colleague and friend. While he worked as a cop as S.T.A.R.S. member, she played Barbies and went to elementary school.

A child of 1991. And him? An old guy from 1973.

She could have been his daughter, if he had had her young. He felt bad that he thought she was cute, even though she wasn't his type, basically. He liked the curve of her lips whenever she smiled or laughed, as well as the way her eyes shone with mischief.

She was morally forbidden to him. She had just turned 30 and, naturally, Barry had invited him to her birthday party. Like him, she hadn't found love, preferring to devote herself to her career as an agent since 2011... After she and Claire were trapped and plunged into horror.

Now, he was watching her devour her piece of cake, under his gaze, while he had already finished his. He looked away from those so appetizing lips, which called him, tormented him. It had been years since he had seen Moira and for some reason, he wanted to see her. To talk to her. To kiss her. To spend a night between her thighs. Afterwards, he would cherish his memories.

"Chris, are you okay? You seem miles away", Barry remarked, raising an eyebrow to support his questioning.

Chris cleared his throat and shook his head.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about the last time I celebrated my birthday with family members."

A good excuse. A real excuse. Barry nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and warned him he would go get a few beers.

Redfield felt the call of nicotine, it burned in his veins, but he counted on it to calm his ardors. He put down his plate, then headed outside the house, to sit in the grass of the garden, out of sight. Immediately, he slipped one of the cigarettes between his lips, and lit it with his favorite Zippo. He took a drag, then a second one. Gradually, his shoulders relaxed; he loosened up. The door to the garden creaked, snapping him out of his pause, and he swung his head around. There she stood behind him, two beers in hand, and she joined him, sitting down at his side. She handed him back a beer, which he gladly accepted, as he finished his cigarette.

"It seems you're sulking, Redfield." she commented.

"I'm exhausted, I haven't gotten my energy back since my last mission..." he sighed before crushing the butt of his cigarette under his shoe and then picking it up out of courtesy.

Finally, he took a sip of his beer, his eyes riveted on the flowerbed a few meters away. Barry's wife had always had a green thumb and it wasn't going to change, obviously.

"Well? You're getting old!" she laughed before putting a hand on his shoulder.

At her remark, he swallowed with difficulty and moistened his lips. He had celebrated his 48 years in January and even if his body remained tonic, imposing, that his mentality wasn't so old, these simple words reverberated in his mind like a painful mentra. Old... That's what he was.

"Probably..."

Chris turned his head to the brunette who was staring at him, her eyes mischievous, as Redfield's gaze fell on her full lips. A piece of cake had taken up residence at the corner of her lips, conferring her an innocent look. He would have loved to kiss her and collect that piece of cake, but when he was about to lean toward her, he thought better of it and tightened his grip around the beer. No, he couldn't do that. At the time of Raccoon City, she used to call him "Uncle Chris" even though they didn't share a drop of blood... And Barry would even strangle him at his age, being 61.

"My dad told me that you gave me a gift of $500. Thank you, that's very generous... But not very sought, Mr. 'I'm busy all the time', ah!" she scoffed.

Money wasn't a problem in their workfield, but it was still a lot... Maybe not enough for her. She wanted something else. Something more precious... Rare.

"I figured I wouldn't risk giving you a gift you wouldn't like. That's good thinking, right?"

Moira admired him for a moment and bit her lower lip. With her gaze, she imprinted his face in her memory, from his unshaven beard, to his blue eyes, to his thin lips or even the wrinkles that made his charm. For a long time, she hadn't seen him as an uncle, without any ulterior motive. But tonight, without her knowing why, she found him attractive...

"I know what kind of gift you can give me!" she announced.

She paused and talked again:

"Take me on a date."

Chris nearly choked with his saliva. Quickly weighing up the pros and cons, he nodded, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"When?"

"Surprise me, Redfield."

With that, the brunette got up, beer in hand, and headed home, smiling. Her heart was beating wildly, without imagining it was the same with Chris who couldn't believe it. In spite of himself, he was delighted by this invitation. Usually, he was the one to make the first move, but Moira seemed full of surprises...

Under his eyes, she rushed into the house.

He couldn't wait.

Even if Barry was going to kill him.

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This was requested by an adorable reader named Jaina on AO3 :)

I know it's short compared to some of my works, but I had been busy and wrote this one on my cell phone aha

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P.S : English isn't my first language

RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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LEON S. KENNEDY

- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.

- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.

- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."

- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life

- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis

- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could

- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work

- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad

- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises

- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.

"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."

- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed

CHRIS REDFIELD

- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)

- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.

- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms

- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible

- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis

- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors

- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.

- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.

- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.

- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.

- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.

- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents

- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe

- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)

ALBERT WESKER

- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal

- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.

- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.

- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.

- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.

- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.

- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.

- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.

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Body heat - Chris Redfield x reader

Request: Can you do a hate sex with Chris redfield x reader?

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

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Love was something particular. It could send jolts of happiness or break you in every way possible.

When Chris was younger, he was a heartbreaker, he would just have sexfriends and not give a shit. He thought he wasn't made to be in a relationship and many women hated him for that. Even with Jill, and all the sexual tension around them, he never made a move, because of the fear of breaking their friendship. Yet, he did try to be in a relationship with someone, but each time, it was a failure for the simple reason that these women didn't have the same pace of life as him. They blamed him for never being around, for being too tired to do a lot of things. They didn't understand him. He was just a sort of coin purse in their eyes.

The years passed and the hookups followed. Romantic, isn't it?

The missions, too. 

During his career, he had seen enemies and colleagues.

Y/N was... special. She was the partner he avoided the most, because she annoyed him so much. She annoyed him because she was often right. She didn't see things in black and white, she saw in grey. She was able to mitigate all situations. Even the enemies, she always found a reason for their actions. Even Wesker! What had she said last time? "Oh, you know Chris, he was raised by Umbrella. How can this man have been an angel? Who's to say we wouldn't have been the same, in his place?". 

She was confident and talented, into the bargain. He loved seeing the way her hips rolled, just like her butt, and watching the way a bead of sweat could roll down her delicate epidermis, between her breasts, after a long workout or stopping a bioweapons salesman. In short, she was hot and sexy. Yet he hated her for the little cutting remarks qhe she sent his way.

"Come on, Chris! I understand you're close to retirement, but you could go faster!" or "Stop looking at me like you're gonna pounce on me... Well, pounce, but not in that way at least."

She was doing everything to drive him crazy.

Now they were on a new mission, in the middle of winter, in Estonia. It had been a long time since Chris had been confronted with such a bitter cold. The snow never stopped falling and while it provided them with breathtaking scenery, the cold was biting his skin. Around them, blood soaked the beautiful white coat that covered the greenery and the asphalt. This little village was, shall we say... wild. Like the mission in Leon, Spain, in 2004. As much as to say, the villagers hadn’t been very welcoming. Not to help, you had no choice but to cross a frozen lake, on foot, taking huge risks. A few meters before you reached dry land, the ice gave way under your feet and you sank into the icy water. You had felt as if thousands of blade blades were sinking into your bodies, so painful was it.

"I told you we had to go around!" shouted Chris, annoyed.

You were walking along, shivering, just out of the lake. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, despite your uncontrollable teeth chattering.

"And we would have lost a good two hours! Stop yelling!"

"We could literally freeze to death! You don't realize!"

This time you were wrong, but there was no way you were going to admit it to inflate Chris Fucking Redfield's ego.

"Shut up, Redfield, or I'm gonna put one of your cigarettes in your ass, lightened up, so you won’t have to complain anymore about the cold!"

He huffed loudly like a teenager, while you just ignored him. 

Soon, you met an old man, a survivor of this massacre, who had not been contaminated by the virus, since he lived far away, between the village and the laboratories you had to inspect, in the hope of finding those responsible for this plague. That good man had left you his little wooden hut and lit the fireplace in his small living room to keep you warm, with animal fur coats, much warmer than your clothes. You were ahead of your mission and had time to spend a few hours in the warmth, the time for your clothes to dry as well as you, otherwise death would come and take you.

When you returned to the living room, wrapped in furs, you saw that Chris had done the same thing. You found yourself naked underneath and despite the warmth of the room, you were still shivering from the cold. With an expert glance, you noticed that your partner was shivering as much as you were. You sat down next to him on the sofa and observed his features, as well as the part of his torso that was revealed to you. You had seen him shirtless countless times, but you couldn't believe that a man of his age could still be so handsome and attractive. Too bad he was just a stubborn man who refused to trust you and listen to you.

But as the evening began, you had to put aside the acrimony between you two. You were both frozen and you knew of only one more solution, at this point... Delicately, you moved closer to him, until you glued to him.

"What are you doing?" he sighed, before turning his head towards you.

You plunged your gaze into his and offered him your most innocent look, while one of your hands caressed his biceps.

"I'm cold, so I'm trying to warm up."

"Mmmmh..."

Delicately, you let the furs slide over your shoulders to expose them and create a plunging neckline on your chest, while you revealed enough of your thighs. Of course, his eyes followed your movements and you noticed his breathing quicken.

"Y/N..."

"Chris..." you teased him, mimicking him.

"What game are you playing, exactly?"

"The one where we warm each other up."

He parted his lips, somewhat surprised and shook his head, when he understood what you were getting at.

"Nope."

"I'm not asking you to make love to me. I just want us to be able to stick together to increase our body heat."

"Fine." he grumbled. 

Without a warning, you climbed astride his upper thighs, at the edge of his crotch and removed the furs that were a barrier to your skins. A mischievous smile appeared on your face when you noticed that he was half hard. With the help of the blankets, you locked yourself inside them with him, and you placed your bare chest against his chest. Gently, you slid your hand down his chest. Suddenly, a heat spread in your lower belly. The man came to stroke the bottom of your back, at the limit of your buttocks.

"I think your thick and long friend down there like me, unlike you..." you whispered in his ear.

As an answer, he groaned, while you shifted a little, now your womanhood close to his friend.

"What if I do... this."

You started to roll your hips, your pussy grazing his hardening cock. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, probably wrestling against himself to prevent his dick from getting hard... But it was too late. 

Suddenly, his thick calloused hands grabbed your hips and he pushed you against his cock.

"You wanna play, Y/N? Let's play!"

His hands forced you against him, making you shudder as sighs of desire escaped your lips. You could feel yourself getting wet and now, he was completely hard. Without mercy, he placed kisses on your neck and chest, before nibbling your skin, especially your hardened nipples. Yet you kept moving on his cock. One of his hands titillated your swollen clit with an expert touch that made you roll your eyes in pleasure as your hips continued to undulate on their own. The bastard was even more talented than you'd imagined...

"Fuck... Chris..."

"Shut up, L/N."

You bit your lower lip, as he was relentless on your clit, bringing you close to an orgasm... Until he stopped, removing his fingers.

"What the...?"

"We're playing according to my rules now. You don't get to orgasm." he groaned before he made you lay on the couch. 

"Jerk me." he ordered with a stern voice.

You looked at his thick veiny cock, red at the tip, begging you to be touched. When you took him in your hands, starting to stroke it, it twiched and Redfield sighed. You started to jerk him, looking at him in the eyes, as a provocation, with a mischievous smile.

"I hate you, but you're so fucking hot and perf..." he stopped himself and groaned.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me, Redfield."

You played with his cock, straightening in order to give him a blowjob, but he made you lay again. Before you could understand what was happening, he got your legs bending on your belly and pushed his hard cock inside you. You moaned at the same time. It felt so good, amazing. 

He began to pound you with his back, faster and faster, making you moan with pleasure, so much so that you forgot the existence of the old man, who had gone to look for some wood, close to the house. You slid a hand over his stomach and watched the way his muscles rolled over his skin. He was incredibly sexy, you couldn't deny it. The way he was fucking you, he was bringing out his resentment and that made the sex better! He was almost brutal.

"You're so big..."

"And you're so fucking tight... Feels amazing... You don't deserve this amazing pussy."

His eyes closed tight, his hair wet and beads of sweat mixed with the water from the lake, he looked like a demi-god. His long, thick cock kept thrusting inside you. The pleasure was more and more powerful, intense. You moaned his name as if your life depended on it. He was touching the best point in you, bringing you closer to your orgasm again. The brutality of his movements indicated that he was also getting closer to his climax. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the living room. About to cum, he pulled out and sent you a victorious smile.

"Oh Redfield, don't play something like that with me..."

You smirked and grabbed him by the hips, forcing him to impale you again with a grunt. To prevent him from breaking free of your grip, you dug your nails into his back.

"Don't stop... Make me cum, finally show me you're a man!"

Considering the insult to his masculinity, he picked up the pace and this time, the orgasm overwhelmed you. Your whole body shuddered. Your screams of pleasure echoed through the house. Your tight vagina tightened around his cock, drawing ragged moans from him. His cock twitched as he squeezed your thighs harder. Finally, he poured into you in five hot streams of cum, spurting against your walls. 

"Fuck... fuck.... fuck..." he groaned.

He stayed inside you for a moment, gazing into yours as you smiled.

"I can confirm, you may be a man... But you'll still have to prove it to me, so I can be sure..." 

Slowly, he pulled out and watched his seed dripping out of your vagina, the sight was so erotic that he was ready to torment your vagina once again.

"So fucking hot... And we still have time for another round."

Hate sex was always the best. And if love was something particular, sexual attraction towards the person that annoys you is something indefinable.

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Sneaky Alpha

      This is a part of the Alpha series.

  A/N- This man literally steals my heart every time I write for him. Help.I’m sorry for my grammar mistakes, my main language isn’t English.

 Request from- @mxrsviper  I really hope you like it, honey <3

​  Warnings- daddy kink, dom/sub, smut, fingering, oral (male receiving ) , praise kink 

  Summary- Reader has been with the Chris’ squad for 2 years now and Chris is slowly loosing control over her. He is so touch starved that he can’t help but find himself touching her in the middle of their workout sessions.

  The desire to belong somewhere. To be ruled by someone, to put order in your life, to help people or in other words , to save the world. This is something you had seen and wanted from your father since you were little. But the most important was the trauma you went through. Your mother died when you were very young, and you were so enamored of your father that saving people like him was just amazing for you to wear the gorgeous matte and black yet stylish outfits he wore. After your father died in an office where he served, all you had left of him was to do the things he did, which was actually what you wanted since you were little.

 Your father worked in many places, but he was not always successful. Either he was fired or his life was put at great risk, as in the last assignment. You didn't stay in one place too long because you didn't want the same thing to happen to you. But you finally found the place where you wanted to stop.   The day you went on vacation with your friends was like a dungeon again. People were running around, shouting and not stopping. At that moment, you remembered what your father did. What you wanted. That's when it hit you. Now was your turn.

  After you let the people calm down for a while, you took them to a safe place, and a few hours later , the supervisiors arrived, which you would have never guessed would change your life. The friendliest of them all, Emily, codename Tundra, worked hard to get you into the Hound Wolf Squad. Apparently their leader didn't immediately fully trust a person, but the others in the group instantly warmed up to you and formally begged their leader - Chris - to join the group.  You were content with a few things you got from your father, although you didn't have much ingenuity. You were someone who knew how to use a gun, how to use a knife, and how to be serious when appropriate. Chris was looking for just such a person. Although the man couldn't quite make up his mind right away, he eventually gave up and after a little practice, he realized that you were reliable and recruited you to his team.

  Your courage, your reliability, your seriousness when appropriate, your funny jokes, your beauty seemed to had fascinated him. He never told you that he noticed these in you, but even though the serious expression on his face was hanging on, you could notice that those eyes were shining when he looked at you.

  You had another exercise that day, and you rushed out of your dorm room so you wouldn't be late. Frankly, you were a little afraid of Chris. Maybe there was a soft disposition under his angry expression, but still you tried your best. The man's gaze on you was too obvious to ignore. Sometimes you wondered if the others were noticing it, too. You wanted to ask Emily this, but you thought it wouldn't be appropriate, so you dismissed the idea.

  “Y/N focus. “ You were snapped out of your thoughts by Chris' harsh tone and immediately shook yourself off and continued your workout. You had to work even harder that day because you were going on a new missions a few days later. Chris said that this task was not easy at all, and he emphatically recommended that you renew your energy. As if that was very possible because of him.   “Yes, sir. I'm sorry. “

  You had decided to warm up a bit before moving on to another exercise machine. After completing your warm-up by taking deep breaths, you went to the dumbbells and took the one that suits you.   “ You have to take it right, Y/N or you'll hurt yourself. “As Chris spoke, you lifted your face from the dumbbell and looked at the man in front of you. Sometimes you wanted to erase that knowledgable expression on his face, and sometimes you would curse yourself for helping you and thinking about it. The man just wanted to help. He was helping you the most, or that was another matter, of course.

 “ Here, let me show you. Bend down on a squat position. “ You did what he said. He took the dumbbells in his hand without any difficulty and went behind you and stretched your arms to both sides. “Just take one, now. “ You staggered with the weight of the dumbbell in your hand, but you managed to stay stable again. “ Now this one. “ When you took them both in your hands and stretched   out in front of you, he  hit you on the shoulder. He stepped forward to see how you were doing.   This was a position that you struggled with, but did not stop working in even though you were struggling. It might had looked easy when Chris was doing it, but it wasn't easy when you were doing it. Gritting your teeth, you pulled the dumbbells up. You suddenly threw the dumbbell to the ground and groaned in pain, as the pain came from the muscle in your right arm. “ You haven't fully healed, huh? What did I tell you, Y/N? I told you- “ “ You told me to do this one after I healed completely, sir. Yeah I know. I'm sorry. “

  “ Stop saying sorry and drop it. You can do it another time. “ You nooded your head and slowly lowered the dumbbell in your other hand to the floor, not like the other one. Since you injured your right arm in the last mission, your arm was continuing to hurt and cramps excruciatingly. You, on the other hand, continued without heeding it, but this did not escape the leader's notice. Nothing escaped his notice.

  “ Come here. I'll show you what else you can do. “After following him into the middle of the room you pulled back a little when you saw him picking up his boxing gloves. How did he expect you to hit him? After he handed you the gloves, he slipped the thick sheets over his fingers and clapped  hands together. “ Since you're sensitive on your right hand, I figured you might do something like this. It's just a practice to see how you're doing with it in case something happens on a mission. You can get wounded or worse. “ He was right, but you've never hit a big body like him until now.

 “ How is she even supposed to hit you, boss? You're basically a rock. “ You and the other members laughed at this thing from your team, but Chris just rolled his eyes. “ You keep going, Y/N. “ 

  You took a deep breath and took one last look at the burly man in front of you and swung your solid arm at him. When he pulled back, it caused you to stumble forward. You did not give up and continued. Every time you swung an  arm, he would either back off or let you hit him. That stupid grin on his face never ceased. You already knew you had done something wrong the last time you swung your arm at him because instead of hitting his arm, your arm was somehow aiming for his nose. The man staggered back in pain and dropped the sheets he was holding onto the floor, clutching his nose.  The other members were not alarmed at all, smiling at you, watching with curiosity what would be his next step. They had a reason to laugh. They knew their leader very well.

 “ S-Sir I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- ” Before you could even get close to him and see what's wrong, he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, quickly laying you down hard. The members' laughter sounded from his side. Again, you managed to be disgraced in front of Alpha. Once again, you realized that it was difficult to beat him. You groaned in pain as you fell hard to the ground, and you tried to get up, but you couldn't succeed. Chris came to your head and bowed.

  “ Don't ever let your guard down, girl, understand? “ You looked angrily and took his outstretched hand, letting him lift you. But he didn't know you had a game too. When he least expected it, you moved your elbow to the most sensitive part of his stomach. He pulled back and squirmed so you quickly jumped on top of him and sat on his stomach. You didn't actually plan this now. It had been your dream for a long time to knock the man down. Knock him down, sit on him, and touch his shield swelling. It was something that would have been the last if no one had been there at that very moment.  “ I'm sorry, Chris but I had to. “ You snickered, winked. Just as you were about to get up, he grabbed your waist and knocked you down again with the same intensity as he had just done. He didn't hold his arms on you, put them on either side of you and tried to get support from there. “ Sorry, Y/N but I had to. “He never knew the effect hehad on you. How much you wanted to touch him, to take his face in your hands and press your lips to his.

  If there was one thing you didn't know, it was that Chris felt the same way. The man hadn't interfered with you much until now, his hands were always at his sides, either waiting for you to touch him or just standing there doing nothing.  You couldn't help but stare when you saw how his swelling was swelling up when he was on top of you. It was noticeable, you had to admit.   He got up without saying a word and quickly walked out the exit door. The door slammed shut behind him and you just stood there and watched him go.

 “Well, that was weird. “  said Emily. She came up to you and grabbed you by the arms. After thanking her, you decided to leave the room and take a shower. This gravitational pull between you had suffocated you enough and you needed some relief.

  You entered the shower area of ​​the room and slowly began to take off your clothes. Your face was still red from the fact that you were facing Chris. The pain between your legs wasn't helping much either. Even if you tried to erase that moment from your mind, you could not succeed. His muscular body above you made you let go. Touching those muscles, his body and kissing him madly.  You jumped when the door suddenly opened. When you turned around naked, you saw Alpha standing there with her dick swollen and his eyes wide. You took a step back and stopped. He walked slowly towards you, didn't say anything, just grabbed your waist and pressed you against him. You could now feel the cock between your legs.

  “ Do you even realize what you do to me? “  he said at last. You shook your head no, waiting for him to speak. “ I've been waiting for you to come to me, to touch me. Oh yeah I've waited for you for so long. “ When you heard what the Leader said, you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it. All this time, you had  always been chasing him, doing what he wanted, being at his disposal, and didn't you realize that he wanted you? “ You didn't give me sign. I- " " I didn't give you a sign? Here.” He took your hand in his big ones and brought it to his swelling. “ Isn't that enough for you? “

  “ C-Chris, I don't know what to say. “

 “ Don't say anything, baby. Just let me touch you. Please “ The man closed his eyes in pain. He wanted you to touch him so much that he almost exploded there. No, you were never idle to your leader. Someone would have to be a fool not to see his charm. You did everything in your power to make him appreciate you, to praise you. You knew that when he praised you, the twitching and the pain between your legs increased. You've wanted him for a long time.

 “ I've waited for you too, Sir. “ He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead. You brought your hand, still above the swelling, up a little and lowered the zipper. You knelt down and unfastened his belt in slow motions, as if tormenting him. You couldn't believe your eyes when you eagerly pulled down his pants with his boxer. It was bigger than you thought. “ Take it like a good girl, Y/N. come on. “ You nodded and brought your hands to his cock and picked it up. How big it was in your little hands, and it was so swollen.

  You put your mouth to the tip, started sucking, and occasionally gave small kisses. When you felt ready, you opened your mouth and took it in your mouth.   The veins on his cock that was in your mouth were pulsing and he was almost begging to come.

 “ Oh shit. Yes Y/N , keep going. That's a good girl. “ You groaned against it without removing the bigness inside your mouth. The vibration just hit his dick and he snarled. “ Fuck doll, you're doing so good for me. “ You didn't take your mouth off him once. You continued to suck. The saliva that accumulated in your mouth began to flow down your chin and bother you. You didn't care. You sighed and took a deep breath when you knew from the trembling legs that Chris was going to ejaculate. Chris pulled the wet hair out of your way.

 “ Come here, little one. Let me pleasure you. “You stood up and let Chris pick you up and sit you on the sink. “ Do you allow me? “ You nodded, but that wasn't enough for Chris. “Speak up, girl. Let me hear you. “  “Y-Yes sir. Please touch me. “ He pulled his trousers down, took it off at his ankles, and threw it across a room. “ Ass up. “ You watched with great impatience as you lifted your hips a little higher and pulled off your panties. You needed those fingers right in that  moment. You brought your hands to his and pressed into your warmth. “Please Sir. “

 “ Please what, Y/N? ”

 “ Please touch me sir. “

   “What's my name, little one? come on. You can do better than Sir. I know it “   Even though there were many names you made up for him, you knew a name that suited him very well. It was a name that portrayed his dominance. “ Please daddy. Please touch me daddy, please. He pressed his lips to yours,  leaned over  and unable wait any longer. His kiss wasn't soft, but rather hasty and sensual, as if he was now taking his pain out because he hadn't touched you in a long time.

   He held his middle finger right to your hole. You pushed your hips up against him, as if wanting more. “ Shhh baby. It's okay. Be patient. “ No, you couldn't be patient. You couldn't be patient with that man's finger right in your hole. You wanted more, so you were impatient. You wanted him too much. insanely. “ No daddy please, I want it now. “  you said, pursing your lips. Chris let out a curse under his breath and slowly inserted his finger, afraid to hurt you. He was so different from the other men that his fingers were huge, almost filling you. But he knew you couldn't be satisfied with just one finger.   Your moans increased as he started move his finger  back and forth, and you turned your head towards the chest of the big man who was now right next to you. You laid your head on him. Your hands did not stay in one place. Going a little further, poking his muscles from under his shirt, you lifted his shirt halfway up and planted kisses.

 “Daddy I'm gonna cum. “

 “Go on baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy. “ You came hard after those sexy and flattering words. Chris took his fingers away from you, brought them directly to his cock, pumped a little, then rubbed up and down your clit to prepare you. It felt so good that you closed your eyes and focused only on the moment. “ Open your eyes and look at me. “ You have opened your eyes to your command. You looked down and realized that Chris was right in your hole, trying to get inside. He didn't need to be so gentle. You wanted him to break you.  “ C-Chris please. Don't tease me. “As you said that, he rushed inside of you, you both groaned at the same time and threw your head back. He placed kisses on your open neck and moved towards your mouth, pressing his lips to yours. Although his tides were slow at first, he later began to increase his speed.

 “ You're so tight, babygirl. But your pussy was totally made for me, right? You're daddy's girl, right baby. “ You nodded enthusiastically. The man's size was better than you had imagined, it felt better. You were ecstatic, and the only sound in the room could be your bodies colliding, your moans, and the occasional growls of Chris. You were getting horny with his voice.

 “ Are you close, little one? Yeah you're close. I know babygirl. You're doing so good. “

 You were delirious with pleasure as he praised you. You brought your hands behind his hips, causing him to press himself harder on you. Chris must have realized this because he sped up even faster, pushing himself back even further and quickly reentering. While he was continuing this, it was very soon for both of you to have your orgasms. 

 “ I'm close. Are you? “ he asked breathlessly. “Yes Sir I'm about to cum. Please make me cum. “ He came out one last time, shoved it back in, then groaned loudly. You both ejaculated at the same time. He poured his milk into you and came out. Despite you being terribly sweaty, he pressed his forehead to yours to breathe, placing his hands on your hips and staying like that for a while, until a door knock. 

 “Hey Y/N, you there? We have to talk. “After hearing the voice, you broke up immediately. With your legs trembling, you put on your sweaty clothes that you had taken off to take a shower, albeit with difficulty, and turned to Chris. “ So…”

 “ I was serious of what I had said earlier, Y/N. I really wanted you and I want you. ”  “ I know. I want you too, Chris. “ He laughed and after kissing your lips for the last time, he stepped into one of the shower stalls and watched you leave.

  Yes, Chris really wanted you for a long time, and seeing you and not being able to touch you was making him horny. Every time he looked at you, ignoring that swelling caused him to curse himself. It was too bad for him to be on the same team and not be able to declare his love for you, but now he knew that at least you wanted him. The feelings were mutual.

 With a sigh of relief, he eft the room and entered the men's shower area. He was stunned by what he saw.

 “ Well Captain. Looks like you have a thing for that girl after all,huh? “